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This week I am sharing the very first seven sentences of my WIP MM paranormal romance, Fractured, which will be published later in the year with EXtasy Books.
Davis didn't need to see the small, poorly-hidden visitor, to know he was there. He could feel the young man's brilliant azure eyes watching him from a mile off, and didn't like it one bit.
In the whole eighteen months since he and his brethren had been called forth and founded the Preternatural Rescue Centre, he had felt that same unnerving gaze watching them countless times.
He didn't know what the young man wanted, and he certainly never came close enough to ask—fleeing like the very hounds of hell were on his heels anytime anyone so much as looked his way—but there seemed to be an almost desperate quality to the way he watched on intently night after night, then disappearing come dawn.
From the little Davis could see of the thickly bundled figure, he appeared to be little more than a kid, early twenties at the most. The pale, angular face that peeked from beneath the layers of dark cloth he was wrapped in, seemed to be engulfed by those eerily blue eyes. The way the kid clung to the shadows, trying to keep his darting glances hidden beneath the veil of darkness, unsettled Davis.